As time rushes through your hand
As silk and sinking grains of sand
Eternity should strike your mind as lighting
For only in a moment will you have to face its King
And think of this now- if a king tells you to go,
there will be no advocating voice in hopes for his word, to overthrow.
No, this king is reverenced and soon you too will see
that when He tells you to bend you will fall onto your knees.
He will not hear your begging, He will not heed your call,
your tears in vain and your voice so small.
He will judge you by your evil, the wicked and the wretched
and into the fire goes whatever "good" that's left.
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The poetry book of a wretched sinner
Poetrypoems of places, people, feelings, and emotions. the fluctuating thoughts of someone with hope apart from this life. Here we have the hope, guilt, and the shortcomings of a sinner saved by grace. "I was found in darkness; now clothed by light. My...
